If you were Terry Richardson and you had Jessie Andrews at the Chateau Marmont for an evening, would you take a few pictures or hella pictures? Hella;, that’s what we thought. Naturally, Purple Diary can’t handle every last picture (no matter how special each image is) so the wheat must be separated from the chaff. We, however, are big time chaff munchers, and we’ll take any chance we can to see Jessie and Terry work together.
Remember Dorith Mous, that nice woman who needed your help with looking at her breasts? She doesn’t need any more assistance at the moment, but Terry Richardson just put up some new black and white photos of her, and we must say, they’re mighty hot and all full frontal.
For once, let’s not look at Dorith’s breasts because we have an eternal hunger for breasts. Let us ogle in the spirit of brotherhood (sisterhood? perverthood?) as Dorith gets down with her own bad self and checks out the fine set of tits she’s sporting. Everybody can use a helping hand, but only certain hotties need your helping eyeballs.
What can we say about Ebonee Davis, this gorgeous model with a sultry gaze, great breasts, pierced nipples, and lips so soft that we want to fall asleep on them? We demand to know how Terry and Ebonee found each other, and what they plan on doing together in the future now that we’ve become addicted to the sight of her body.
We were thinking about busting Terry Richardson’s chops for taking black and white photos for some French magazine while his personal website has pictures like this, but then we realized how silly that’d be. He photographed a pornstar and a supermodel for Purple magazine and then took pics of rapper-stripper Brooke Candy at his studio. Sounds consistent to us!
Her name is Nettie Harris and you should check her out! This isn’t solely about armpits–hairy or shaved, it’s all good by us–and we aren’t trying to push you towards armpit fetishism, we’re just saying that it’s unusual to see a lady with unshaved arm caves at Terry Richardson’s Diary. You have to appreciate these unique moments!
Miss the summer? So do we. It’s cold, we’re sick, and the city is full of cute girls wearing far too many layers. The way we see it, we can either sit here and let seasonal affective disorder creep into our hearts, or we can ogle outtakes from Kate Upton’s GQ shoot that Terry Richardson posted.
You guys, there’s a lot going on in this photo and we’re having trouble getting our heads around it. We can’t even think of a way to construct a decent sentence to tell you what’s going on. Here are the ingredients: Lady Gaga, her nipple, Donatella Versace, Gianni’s mansion in Milan, Terry Richardson, blondes.
In the Old Testament, Joshua conquers the city of Jerico by marching the ark around its walls for a week, blowing ram’s horns, and finally shouting war cries that turn the walls to dust. Terry Richardson got Jerica Lamens’s defenses down by whipping out his camera and asking if she wanted to take some naked photos. She did.
The scrunched lips, the cocked hips, the challenging stare, the full frontal nudity, the plaid wings lifting her hair: everything about this girl says “Fuck yes,” and that’s making us want to hand her a beer and ask if she’ll go steady with us.
If you go on Terry Richardson’s Diary right now, you’ll see a random assortment of babes–some you may recognize, some you may not. We don’t know if this is still part of his Best of the Season stuff that he did for Purple Magazine, but on the off chance that it’s fresh titties we’re looking at here, we thought we should let you know.
If you’re like us, you’ve been following the stuff put out by Purple Magazine–especially the photos taken by Terry Richardson–and you’ve seen hundreds of boobs go by. Can you remember any of them? Did any of them impact your life? Well, don’t answer just yet, it’s time to take a trip down memory titty lane.
These backstage pictures of Lady Gaga frankly left us kinda speechless, but we’ll try. Ok. Deep breath. Animal puns. Paparatzi jokes. References to Terry Richardson being a dirty old man. Damn, we can’t do it. Just allow these pictures to speak for themselves. Just appreciate Gaga and her fabulous fabulous
We’ve finally figured it out. Terry Richardson is the Woody Allen of photography. He’s got a signature style (read: one trick pony) and despite not being particularly attractive himself, manages to inspire the world’s most gorgeous and talented women to stare into his camera in their very littlest attire with their very, very best “I love you let’s fuck” face (read: contract with the devil). (We’re positive this is the same contract with the devil Robert Johnson made to play guitar so fucking good.)
We sometimes wonder why Terry hangs out with pornstars so much (besides a mutual appreciation of beauty, sass, and talent), but then someone posted a few pictures from an old book of Terry’s, called “Terry Richardson: Kibosh,” and it reminded us that the guy is practically a self-made pornstar.
One look at Lia Lor (and her unique name) makes us feel like we’ve known her for a long time. But have we actually? According to our archives, we’ve only made her acquaintance once before, when she was being publicly disgraced by James Deen and Lorelei Lee. We guess she made such a strong impression on us that her name and face seeped into the dark corners of our minds. Anyway, here’s her body in black and white!
The first time we saw Mariana, we were enraged because we had no idea who she was and Terry Richardon did and we were so jealous. Now we know her last name–Almeida–we feel a little more relaxed about the whole situation, and we have a new sense of clarity and appreciation as we approach this fresh gallery of Mariana’s hefty yet holdable breasts.
We have to admit, that when we saw a thumbnail of a hot blonde with long hair and voluptuous eyelashes named Iggy, we thought we were looking at Iggy Azalea. We were wrong, but we are not disappointed, for this Iggy–whatever her last name is–is a stunning young woman with breasts so beautiful and creamy that they could be enjoyed on top of pumpkin pie.
When your name is Stella, your life is forever stuck in Tennessee Williams mode, and you have to do things to bust out of that framework and make yourself cooler than your name. Stella knows that though, and she’s good at it. Nowadays, she just has to take her top off and fold her tongue into a hot dog bun shape and she’s cool as a cucumber.
